I tread where cliffs and mountains rise,
With nimble hooves and steady eyes.
My beard is long, my horns are curved,
In rugged terrains, I am well served.
A creature of heights, both calm and bold,
I graze on grass where few dare to hold.
What am I?
I tread where cliffs and mountains rise,
With nimble hooves and steady eyes.
My beard is long, my horns are curved,
In rugged terrains, I am well served.
A creature of heights, both calm and bold,
I graze on grass where few dare to hold.
What am I?
